Chapter 2188 - 2177: Plotting Against Lin Zifeng

Letting out a light chuckle, Lin Zifeng asked, "I wonder what Lord Dongka’s request is. If it’s something I can do, I’ll absolutely spare no effort."

He took a deep look at Dongfang Ziyue who was sitting to the side, and a hint of reluctance actually appeared on Dongka’s handsome face: "If the Transmission Array is successfully made, you must promise me to take Ziyue out with you, and never come back to this Beiyao Ancient Clan."

Before the words had fallen, a mist suddenly welled up in Dongfang Ziyue’s beautiful eyes.

She had never expected that the request from Dongka’s mouth would actually be for Lin Zifeng to take her away.

Risking being turned against by the entire clan, risking punishment by the Five Supreme Venerables, for Dongka to say such words showed just how much he looked after Dongfang Ziyue.

Choking back sobs, Dongfang Ziyue’s pretty face was already covered in tears. She grabbed Dongka’s hand and murmured softly, "Master... Ziyue has sinned, from now on I can no longer stay by Master’s side."

Shaking his head, Dongka reached out his hand, dotingly stroking Dongfang Ziyue’s black hair, and said gently, "Ziyue, only when you leave this Beiyao Ancient Clan can your master be at ease. What are you crying for? Has your master not taught you that tears are not to be shed lightly?"

Seeing this from the side, Lin Zifeng wore a helpless, bitter smile, then suddenly burst out laughing: "Lord Dongka, you’re overthinking it. I already promised Dongfang Ziyue that once the Transmission Array succeeds, I’ll take her away. You can rest assured."

Hearing this, Dongka finally couldn’t help but laugh. So his entire earlier display had been needless worry, while Dongfang Ziyue, upon hearing it, also forced back her tears and fiercely glared at Lin Zifeng.

Realizing that the atmosphere he’d painstakingly built up had been ruined by himself, Lin Zifeng scratched his head with an awkward smile and said, "Since that’s the case, I’d like to ask Lord Dongka to first take me to see the inscription stones. More than three thousand pieces is no small number."

Nodding, Dongka gently pushed the Dongfang Ziyue in his arms aside, stood up, and poured a strand of snow-white Spiritual Energy into a certain Xuan Ji on the wall. A Stone Wall slowly pushed open.

Gesturing with his hand, Dongka stepped lightly and walked in first, while Lin Zifeng chuckled and followed. Dongfang Ziyue, to the side, originally wanted to follow the two of them, but was stopped by Dongka: "Ziyue, your master has some matters to discuss with this little brother. You wait here for a moment."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Stone Wall slowly closed...

And just at this moment, in a spacious cavern, Beiming sat upon the Stone Platform, his cold eyes sweeping across the two people beside him.

Beiming was like this, and the two of them were the same, coldness flashing in their eyes from time to time as they sized each other up. The air in the cavern grew especially heavy.

After a long while, Xiluo, dressed in a green robe, gave a mocking laugh, his tone playful as he broke the silence: "Big Brother Beiming, I wonder what business you have in summoning your little brother here this time?"

Seeing Xiluo speak, the pale-faced man beside him, whose expression was full of obsequiousness, chimed in, "Yes, Big Brother Beiming, if you have anything, just give the word."

With a cold snort, Beiming finally showed a hint of satisfaction on his face and said in a deep voice, "Today that useless disciple of mine had a quarrel with a slave in the northern clan market. Guess what the outcome was?"

At such a strange question, Xiluo lowered his head and closed his eyes without replying, but the man beside him respectfully answered, "Your disciple is gifted by the heavens and broad-minded. I imagine that slave must have been given a slight lesson by your disciple."

As soon as the words fell, Beiming flicked his long sleeve, a sinister smile spreading across his face: "Humph, it was indeed a slight lesson—but it was that slave who gave my useless disciple the lesson!"

"What! How is that possible?"

Xiluo and the man spoke in unison upon hearing this, their faces full of disbelief.

They had seen Beisu’s strength with their own eyes. Though a bit weaker than Xiluo, his sharp Swordsmanship was in no way inferior to Nantong, the weakest of the Four Lords.

There were rumors that Beiming intended to pass one of the Four Lords’ positions to Beisu, which showed how highly he valued Beisu.

On ordinary days, although Beisu acted somewhat domineering, the two of them were long used to it. After all, Beiming was backing him. But today, Beisu had actually been taken care of by a mere lowly slave—how could they not be shocked?

Letting out a long breath, Beiming’s aura made the air in the cavern grow even heavier: "Speaking of this matter, my surprise far outweighs my anger. Though Beisu is incompetent, it shouldn’t be possible for him to be humiliated by a mere slave, should it?"

As he spoke, Beiming recounted Beisu and Lin Zifeng’s encounter in the market earlier today. Only, when it came to his own exchange of blows with Lin Zifeng and coming off the worse, Beiming omitted it entirely to save face.

When Beiming finished, the two of them were immersed in shock. Xiluo was the first to recover, a trace of viciousness appearing on his face as he said coldly, "It’s Dongfang Ziyue again. Yesterday in the Book Pavilion I ran into that master-slave pair of hers and even crossed hands with them for a bit."

After Xiluo finished recounting what happened in the Book Pavilion to Beiming, the three of them finally understood: that fellow was never Dongfang Ziyue’s slave at all, but a hidden expert!

"Tell me... with Dongfang Ziyue inviting such an expert here, what on earth is she planning?" Beiming rested his right hand against his chin, his gloomy eyes filled with doubt.

It was Xiluo, though, who flashed a smug look, rolling up the sleeve of his green robe as he said to the two, "No matter what waves Dongfang Ziyue thinks she can stir up, in half a month it will be the day of the live sacrifice. By then, life and death won’t be up to her."

After pondering a while, Beiming slowly asked, "If I recall correctly, this time’s live sacrifice is your turn to guard, Brother Xiluo, isn’t it? With such a formidable expert around, if anything goes wrong then, it will be hard to explain to the Venerables."

As if he had long anticipated Beiming would say this, Xiluo smiled mysteriously and raised the Red Gold Bracelet in his hand before the two of them, explaining with a touch of pride, "This Red Gold Bracelet is White Sky Venerable’s personal item. Yesterday the Venerable bestowed it upon me. If Dongfang Ziyue harbors any rebellious thoughts, with the help of this bracelet, no matter how powerful that fellow is, he won’t be able to escape my grasp."

After Xiluo finished, Nantong’s eyes were filled with envy as he stared at the Red Gold Bracelet on Xiluo’s hand. But Beiming, seated in the principal position, when he saw the ferocious giant serpent inlaid on the bracelet, a flash of astonishment passed across his face.

The Venerable... actually gave such an item to Xiluo. Could it be...?

With that thought, the deeply scheming Beiming let out a faint, inscrutable laugh and slowly said, "Since that’s the case, if Dongfang Ziyue stirs up trouble then and you suppress her, Brother Xiluo, that would count as great merit."

They burst into loud laughter, and after a round of small talk, each harboring their own designs, Beiming then used the excuse of going to check on his disciple to dismiss the two of them.